My baby's got me doing the hoovering Guess she forgot I don't even live here Don't she know I'm a rock star equivalent of Kerouac Kind of like a Disco Shakespeare Need to gear up for the show tonight Debut at Lowlife Hideaway I'm gonna be late And how dare she say I'm not necessarily a genius Well I guess I must've been stupid to have fallen for you, babe To have fallen for you Guess that must be what they call it "fallen" for, babe To have fallen for you When I'm with you I feel like a satellite Wrapped around you like a gravitational fool Oh your love is like an arrow aimed right at the heart of my failings Though I hate to be broken down I know that you'll build my right back up again As something like a better man Be a better man Moist eyes, compromise, Saturday night When I catch your eye I feel like I'm dreaming No I do not exhibit Narcissus' qualities I only said I'm like Jesus when I'm pulling these Ornate shapes at Hermes' place Honey don't it feel so great When you're watching me, babe When I'm dancing for you I feel God-like when you're worshipping me, babe When I'm dancing for you But please don't belittle me in front of my band Like the way only you can Oh your love is like an arrow aimed right at my heart It's a deft hand that glues it all together When the other one pulls it apart But understand I'll never be a better man Be a better man Could I ever be a better man? Oooh oooh Be a better man